{"id":540,"date":"2006-11-10T14:46:41","date_gmt":"2006-11-10T14:46:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/steve.cooleysekula.net\/taomph\/?p=540"},"modified":"2006-11-10T14:46:41","modified_gmt":"2006-11-10T14:46:41","slug":"test-183","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/steve.cooleysekula.net\/blog\/2006\/11\/10\/test-183\/","title":{"rendered":"Munschausen by Proxy was Funny When I Was a Kid&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After the treat of a moon over New York City, I found myself comfortable<br \/>\nand cheery at my childhood home in Killingworth, CT. I had the pleasure of<br \/>\nSaturday and Sunday night with my parents, catching up on all the <br \/>\npolitical gossip with mom and watching the monster of the Milky Way<br \/>\ndevour whole suns with my father. I just don&#8217;t get to see my parents all<br \/>\nthat much anymore, largely due to geographic reasons. Skype and e-mail<br \/>\nare great, but never the same as beer and pizza with the folks.<\/p>\n<p>\nTo my delight and disappointment, I got to spend an extra day in Killngworth.<br \/>\nIt was delightful because it was 24 more hours with my parents, and it was<br \/>\ndissapointing because I spent it tired and nauseous. I managed to catch<br \/>\na small case of food poisoning, which kept me nauseous and verging on<br \/>\nvomiting and diarrhea from 9 pm Sunday night until 5:30 am Monday morning.<br \/>\nA cup of ginger ale finally made the nausea subside, enough to catch<br \/>\na few hours of sleep. I ribbed my mom that it was her cooking, joking<br \/>\nthat &#8220;Munschausen by proxy was funny when I was a kid, but . . . &#8220;<\/p>\n<p>\nI had two days at MIT to catch up on work with one of our students. At <br \/>\nlunchtime on both days I was treated to some fun. The first day I <br \/>\ndelivered a short seminar on the implications of B factory research<br \/>\nfor physics at the Large Hadron Collider and International Linear<br \/>\nCollider.Great pizza accompanied great questions, and conversation with<br \/>\nsome old friends from the Institute. The next day, I was invited to fill<br \/>\nan empty slot at the Pappalardo Fellows lunch, a weekly affair that draws<br \/>\nFellows together with young and old faculty for an hour of excellent<br \/>\nfare and great conversation. We chatted about the changing face of<br \/>\nNSF funcding for astronomy, the biological origins of religion, and<br \/>\nthe hope for a new simple idea that might explain all of the emergent<br \/>\nphenomena that appear in our universe.<\/p>\n<p>\nToday I left Boston, had a quick cup of coffee and a bite to eat in <br \/>\nHartford with my old pal Eric, and headed for Newark. I got lost in<br \/>\nDanbury, thinking I&#8217;d missed the exit for 684, and wound up on 7 <br \/>\nheading to Norwalk where I could catch I-95. I managed to get to the <br \/>\nTappan Zee Bridge, down the Garden State Parkway, only to flub my<br \/>\nlast few turns within sight of the car rental place. I still made it<br \/>\nwith a few hours to spare, but considering I left at 8:30 am it was<br \/>\na long, long day. To boot, my flight will be an hour and a half<br \/>\nlate into San Jose, robbing me of desperately needed sleep ahead of<br \/>\nthe arrival of Jodi&#8217;s family tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>\nLet the two-body problem continue!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After the treat of a moon over New York City, I found myself comfortable and cheery at my childhood home in Killingworth, CT. 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